This is a song about "Identity of two cultures"

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

They say with for purpose comes identity

Flenglan vesofen don't mean anything/ it's not even an identity/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Your a fraction of what we are well cut you in two

Could of lost two very close friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Of atomic particles split into two parts